Peter’sTammuz 3Iwill miss Peter’s little house, its rough walls, its crooked windows, its clumsy thatched roof. The floors have interested me. He found pieces in some Babylonian structure; he hauled them here in an ox cart. I have come to love this isolation, its olive trees.Today is a summer’s day.Great clouds, great sky.Peter sought me out as I sat in the bedroom reading. Again he asked for forgiveness. Kneeling by me he promised he would carry the word... “to Rome, if you wish. Teach me courage, teach me strength, teach me to be wise...”He and I have worked at the carpenter’s bench lately, in Lazarus’ shed. It took the three of us to line up a door. Of course it was very old. Laughing, we had to admit our clumsy workmanship.We are proud that there are more than seventy of us now. I send them out in pairs.ÿThe home of LazarusTammuz 8It seems to me I view mankind with a sense of compassion—a constant perception. Mine is a brief, swift looking back: I heal the sick, I renew lives... I remember the hart and the brook...man’s insatiable thirst.Children come and animals come...the ox and the donkey have been friends. A shepherd, I still follow hills, hills of resurrection they may be. Perhaps history may call me a man of righteousness. Perhaps history may not stop. I speak to history. I say, once again:“Go and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost...”Teach as I have taught...remind them of grace.ÿTammuz 11I leave no tomb, no crypt, no marker.Finality may not be a friend...When I leave shall I carry a handful of earth with me?James, Peter, Matthew, Mark...Mother and Father...Lazarus...Miriam... each one is mine but for how long?Peter will pick up my sandals and say:“These were his.”Father will say:“He helped me make this box.”The Godhead is before me and I struggle with delight and with astonishment.ÿTammuz 12I am entrusting my journal to Matthew. Since we have friends at the synagogue in Capernaum he will leave my journal there.Verily, verily I say: Fear God and keep His commandments. This is the duty of man.
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Tammuz 3
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will miss Peter’s little house, its rough walls, its crooked windows, its clumsy thatched roof. The floors have interested me. He found pieces in some Babylonian structure; he hauled them here in an ox cart. I have come to love this isolation, its olive trees.
Today is a summer’s day.
Great clouds, great sky.
Peter sought me out as I sat in the bedroom reading. Again he asked for forgiveness. Kneeling by me he promised he would carry the word... “to Rome, if you wish. Teach me courage, teach me strength, teach me to be wise...”
He and I have worked at the carpenter’s bench lately, in Lazarus’ shed. It took the three of us to line up a door. Of course it was very old. Laughing, we had to admit our clumsy workmanship.
We are proud that there are more than seventy of us now. I send them out in pairs.
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The home of Lazarus
Tammuz 8
It seems to me I view mankind with a sense of compassion—a constant perception. Mine is a brief, swift looking back: I heal the sick, I renew lives... I remember the hart and the brook...man’s insatiable thirst.
Children come and animals come...the ox and the donkey have been friends. A shepherd, I still follow hills, hills of resurrection they may be. Perhaps history may call me a man of righteousness. Perhaps history may not stop. I speak to history. I say, once again:
“Go and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost...”
Teach as I have taught...remind them of grace.
ÿ
Tammuz 11
I leave no tomb, no crypt, no marker.
Finality may not be a friend...
When I leave shall I carry a handful of earth with me?
James, Peter, Matthew, Mark...Mother and Father...Lazarus...Miriam... each one is mine but for how long?
Peter will pick up my sandals and say:
“These were his.”
Father will say:
“He helped me make this box.”
The Godhead is before me and I struggle with delight and with astonishment.
ÿ
Tammuz 12
I am entrusting my journal to Matthew. Since we have friends at the synagogue in Capernaum he will leave my journal there.
Verily, verily I say: Fear God and keep His commandments. This is the duty of man.
ÿFarewell ThoughtsIhope these thoughts may be helpful. It is very late and lamplight flickers...Inside a man of light there is light and with this light he lights the world.The angels and the prophets will come to you and give you strength.Blessed are the ones who have heard the Father’s word and kept it in truth.Have you then discovered the beginning so that you ask the end? Where the beginning is, there the end will be.The kingdom is inside you. When you really understand you will know that you are the son of the living Father. If you do not understand yourself you will be in poverty.Split wood and I am there. Pick up a stone; there you will find me.Come to me because my yoke is easy, my lordship gentle. You will find rest.The kingdom of the Father is spread over the earth and men do not see it.Blessed are the solitary and the elect; you shall find the kingdom because you have come from it and you shall go there again.I say, whenever one is one he will be filled with light, but whenever he is divided he will be filled with darkness.Love your brother as your own soul. Guard him as the apple of your eye.There will be days when you seek and you will not find me.ÿNote:These logia appear for the first time in a journal.They are from the 4th century Coptic book,The Gospel According to Thomas,discovered in Hammadi, Egypt,quoted through the courtesyof the translator, Dr. Ray Rummers,Chairman, Department of English, Baylor University.
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hope these thoughts may be helpful. It is very late and lamplight flickers...
Inside a man of light there is light and with this light he lights the world.
The angels and the prophets will come to you and give you strength.
Blessed are the ones who have heard the Father’s word and kept it in truth.
Have you then discovered the beginning so that you ask the end? Where the beginning is, there the end will be.
The kingdom is inside you. When you really understand you will know that you are the son of the living Father. If you do not understand yourself you will be in poverty.
Split wood and I am there. Pick up a stone; there you will find me.
Come to me because my yoke is easy, my lordship gentle. You will find rest.
The kingdom of the Father is spread over the earth and men do not see it.
Blessed are the solitary and the elect; you shall find the kingdom because you have come from it and you shall go there again.
I say, whenever one is one he will be filled with light, but whenever he is divided he will be filled with darkness.
Love your brother as your own soul. Guard him as the apple of your eye.
There will be days when you seek and you will not find me.
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Note:
These logia appear for the first time in a journal.
They are from the 4th century Coptic book,
The Gospel According to Thomas,
discovered in Hammadi, Egypt,
quoted through the courtesy
of the translator, Dr. Ray Rummers,
Chairman, Department of English, Baylor University.
About the AuthorPaul Alexander Bartlett (1909-1990) was a writer and artist, born in Moberly, Missouri, and educated at Oberlin College, the University of Arizona, the Academia de San Carlos in Mexico City, and the Instituto de Bellas Artes in Guadalajara. His work can be divided into three categories: He is the author of many novels, short stories, and poems; second, as a fine artist, his drawings, illustrations, and paintings have been exhibited in more than forty one-man shows in leading galleries, including the Los Angeles County Museum, the Atlanta Art Museum, the Bancroft Library, the Richmond Art Institute, the Brooks Museum, the Instituto-Mexicano-Norteamericano in Mexico City, and many other galleries; and, third, he devoted much of his life to the most comprehensive study of the haciendas of Mexico that has been undertaken. More than 350 of his pen-and-ink illustrations of the haciendas and more than one thousand hacienda photographs make up the Paul Alexander Bartlett Collection held by the Nettie Lee Benson Latin American Collection of the University of Texas, and form part of a second diversified collection held by the American Heritage Center of the University of Wyoming, which also includes an archive of Bartlett’s literary work, fine art, and letters.Paul Alexander Bartlett’s fiction has been commended by many authors, among them Pearl Buck, Ford Madox Ford, John Dos Passos, James Michener, Upton Sinclair, Evelyn Eaton, and many others. He was the recipient of many grants, awards, and fellowships, from such organizations as the Leopold Schepp Foundation, the Edward MacDowell Association, the New School for Social Research, the Huntington Hartford Foundation, the Montalvo Foundation, and the Carnegie Foundation.His wife, Elizabeth Bartlett, a widely published poet, is the author of seventeen published books of poetry, numerous poems, short stories, and essays published in leading literary quarterlies and anthologies, and, as the founder of Literary Olympics, Inc., is the editor of a series of multi-language volumes of international poetry that honor the work of outstanding contemporary poets.Paul and Elizabeth’s son, Steven, edited and designed this volume.
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aul Alexander Bartlett (1909-1990) was a writer and artist, born in Moberly, Missouri, and educated at Oberlin College, the University of Arizona, the Academia de San Carlos in Mexico City, and the Instituto de Bellas Artes in Guadalajara. His work can be divided into three categories: He is the author of many novels, short stories, and poems; second, as a fine artist, his drawings, illustrations, and paintings have been exhibited in more than forty one-man shows in leading galleries, including the Los Angeles County Museum, the Atlanta Art Museum, the Bancroft Library, the Richmond Art Institute, the Brooks Museum, the Instituto-Mexicano-Norteamericano in Mexico City, and many other galleries; and, third, he devoted much of his life to the most comprehensive study of the haciendas of Mexico that has been undertaken. More than 350 of his pen-and-ink illustrations of the haciendas and more than one thousand hacienda photographs make up the Paul Alexander Bartlett Collection held by the Nettie Lee Benson Latin American Collection of the University of Texas, and form part of a second diversified collection held by the American Heritage Center of the University of Wyoming, which also includes an archive of Bartlett’s literary work, fine art, and letters.
Paul Alexander Bartlett’s fiction has been commended by many authors, among them Pearl Buck, Ford Madox Ford, John Dos Passos, James Michener, Upton Sinclair, Evelyn Eaton, and many others. He was the recipient of many grants, awards, and fellowships, from such organizations as the Leopold Schepp Foundation, the Edward MacDowell Association, the New School for Social Research, the Huntington Hartford Foundation, the Montalvo Foundation, and the Carnegie Foundation.
His wife, Elizabeth Bartlett, a widely published poet, is the author of seventeen published books of poetry, numerous poems, short stories, and essays published in leading literary quarterlies and anthologies, and, as the founder of Literary Olympics, Inc., is the editor of a series of multi-language volumes of international poetry that honor the work of outstanding contemporary poets.
Paul and Elizabeth’s son, Steven, edited and designed this volume.
Christ’s Journalwas set in Garamond type by Autograph Editions. The typeface isnamed after Claude Garamond (c. 1480-1561), a French type designer and publisher and the world’s first commercial typefounder. Garamond’s contribution to the history of typesetting was substantial. He perfected the design of Roman type: The fonts that he cut beginning in 1531 were recognized as possessing a superior grace and clarity, so much so that Garamond’s fonts influenced European printing for the next century and a half.It is interesting to note that Garamond type is the evolutionary ancestor of the type used to print the first official copies of the Declaration of Independence. In the 1730s, Englishman William Caslon refined Garamond’s version of Aldine roman, the well-balanced typeface became popular, and was introduced to the American colonies by Benjamin Franklin.Despite his considerable contribution to the evolution of typography, Garamond was not a successful businessman and he died in poverty.During the past five centuries, so many variations of Garamond’s type designs have been created that the phrase ‘Garamond type’ has come to be used loosely, with little memory remaining of its history.
Christ’s Journal
was set in Garamond type by Autograph Editions. The typeface isnamed after Claude Garamond (c. 1480-1561), a French type designer and publisher and the world’s first commercial typefounder. Garamond’s contribution to the history of typesetting was substantial. He perfected the design of Roman type: The fonts that he cut beginning in 1531 were recognized as possessing a superior grace and clarity, so much so that Garamond’s fonts influenced European printing for the next century and a half.
It is interesting to note that Garamond type is the evolutionary ancestor of the type used to print the first official copies of the Declaration of Independence. In the 1730s, Englishman William Caslon refined Garamond’s version of Aldine roman, the well-balanced typeface became popular, and was introduced to the American colonies by Benjamin Franklin.
Despite his considerable contribution to the evolution of typography, Garamond was not a successful businessman and he died in poverty.
During the past five centuries, so many variations of Garamond’s type designs have been created that the phrase ‘Garamond type’ has come to be used loosely, with little memory remaining of its history.